Title: Untouchable
Pairings: Fuji x Ryoma [THRILL], Tezuka x Atobe [IMPERIAL]. Slight Eiji x Oshi [GOLDEN], Mukahi x Oshitari [DIRTY]. Mention of Mizuki x Yuuta
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Drama
Summary: AU Ryoma, the shy one with a dark past that no one should know about. Except Fuji, the not so shy one finds out. Thrill Pair
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, one way or another.
Warning(s): OOC, minor OC ahead, he's the bad guy so don't worry :3
Notes: This story is AU, so being the smart ass Ryoma is, he'll skip 2 grades so he'll end up in year 3 as a senior in Fuji/Tezuka class.
A/N: This chapter should clarify about what happen AFTER the incident. Thank you for all you review/favorites, comments and criticisms!
To tUrNtOfAcEtHiSwAy, I'm not very sure what your question is trying to ask X: but from my point of view of your question, won't it be boring if this story only consists of Seigaku regulars? So I decided that Hyoutei should have more appearance too, so er, it'll be damn weird if Hyoutei comes to 'visit' Seigaku so frequently so I planned to join both school together, but different blocks in the tennis club. Hyoutei is Atobe's school name so what do you mean when you said, "Isn't Seishun Hyoutei Gakuen just Hyotei, the school of Monkey King?" Another part of your review was, "Ryoma didn't know how he reached Seigaku so fast" Okay, 'Seigaku' was meant to be 'Seitei' a typo X: Anyway, that sentence was like, while Ryoma was thinking about what happen that day he got raped, he unconsciously walked to his school, so when his flashback was over, he had already reached Seitei. So uh, I've replaced chapter one with the beta'd one so I think it'll be less confusing. Eh, have I cleared your confusion yet? Feel free to ask more questions, I'll be more than happy to answer them :3
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Untouchable
Chapter 2: First touches
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Ryoma walked into the school ground with a small sigh, it was going to be the same as always, getting bullied. Two years had passed since that incident happened and it was his sixth time changing school, but somehow, this time he had a feeling that something was different… He shook his head slightly and walked into the senior block of the school, trying his best to ignore the stares given by students and teachers. Ryoma slid the classroom's door open and walked to an empty seat, placing his tennis bag on the floor. He looked up to see his new classmates starting at him. The girls even huddled together and started to whisper among themselves, some even pointed at him. "Hey, kid…I think you've come to the wrong part of the school, this is the senior block…freshmen's block is the other way…" the teen who said smugly walked up towards Ryoma. "…" Ryoma didn't bother to reply. He knew he was at the right class, 3-B. Sure, he was only twelve, but that doesn't mean he can't attend a senior class just because he was SMART. "Oi! I'm talking to you kid, speak up!" With that said, the teen banged his fist on Ryoma's table, while he was sitting there, not moving. "Hey brat! You'd better answer Hoshino-sama! Are you mute?" another of his classmate shouted from the front of the class. "…" Ryoma looked at the boy, before going back to staring at nowhere. "Y-you bastard!" said Hoshino lifted his fist and was about to punch Ryoma at his full strength. Ryoma flinched even before the fist came in contact with his skin. It was then when an angelic and feminine voice was heard, "Stop that, Hoshino. If Tezuka sees this, he'll expel you from the tennis club" Ryoma looked up to see female with shoulder-length chestnut colored hair, both her eyes closed in a smile– except that the female was wearing a male uniform. "I'm Fuji Syuusuke, class president. You must be Echizen Ryoma." Fuji said cheerfully as she—he extended his left hand for a shake. Ryoma shivered involuntarily as his pale face became paler, if it was even possible. "Are you alright, Echizen?" Fuji advanced on him and carefully touched his back.
Ryoma felt a hand sliding up his stomach and lingered on his chest as he shivered with disgust.
"N-no! Don't touch me!" Ryoma yelled as he pushed Fuji's hand away and ran out of the classroom, his tears threatening to overflow. Fuji was stunned. Never once in his life was he yelled at, except maybe his adorable brother, Yuuta. Well, it was that entire Mizuki bastard's fault for kissing Yuuta in front of him. All Fuji did was punch him in the gut. "Saa, I got yelled at and was ignored for a whole week…" Fuji thought. Actually, Fuji was impressed. Echizen Ryoma, the boy he'd met less than five minutes, yelled at Fuji Syuusuke, also known as the tensai. No one ever dared to make Fuji angry or try to do anything to displease him. It was as good as signing their early death warrant—even a nerd in Seitei knows that. Saa, he's interesting…
Ryoma ran into the nearest toilet nearby and slammed the door shut in his own cubical.
The man started to bite his collarbone and licked his ear shell. Ryoma shivered slightly as he forced himself not to make any sound. The man slid the cloth down and plunged into Ryoma's hot carven and poked his tongue around his mouth.
He had to calm down, fast! He slid down slowly to the floor and hugged his legs to his chest, rocking forward and backward. It was not working! He was not at all calm, no! He could practically feel that man's touches burning his skin. He felt…dirty.
He could feel the man's erection near there. He tried to trash his legs but the man slapped him on the cheeks. "Shut up, I said I would be gentle." The man growled. He pulled Ryoma's legs over his shoulders and pressed something against his hole.
Ryoma scratched hard along his clothed arm. He had wanted to so much to scrub away the filth and dirty, but it never seems to go off. Ryoma hated himself for being so…dirty and tainted. He sobbed quietly as he continued to scratch on his wrist.
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Ryoma cracked his eyes open and immediately closed them back as bright light was shone directly into his eyes. "H-He's awake! Ryoma's awake!" He heard a familiar voice calling his name, but it seemed so long since he last heard it. "Okaa-san…?" Ryoma tried to call his mother but it came out hoarse. He opened his eyes fully and saw his family members with anxiousness written all over their faces. He pushed against his elbows as he tried to sit up, but pain shot up his spine and he fell back onto the bed, screaming in pain. "Ryoma! Ryoma, okaa-san is here! Don't worry!" Rinko sobbed as she advanced towards her son to hug her. As soon as her hand came in contact with Ryoma's, he screamed even louder and scampered back against the wall, crying. "Please! Don't touch me! P-please stop!" His voice was getting hoarser by the second, his wounds were reopening, but Ryoma didn't care. All he wanted was for the man to stop. "G-go away! Leave me alone! Please!" He hugged himself as tightly as possible, the images of the man kept on reappearing in his mind.
Everyone, including the Nanjirou, was heartbroken at the sight of Ryoma. It hurts more than needles pricking into their heart. "It's my entire fault…" Ryoga started. "It's all my fault that he had became like this. If only I had never left him alone! It's my entire fault!" Ryoga sobbed, regretting his decision to leave his brother alone, just for him to have fun. Nanako patted Ryoga on his back as she wiped off her salty tears from her face. They looked at the sobbing form of Ryoma, and their hearts shattered once again.
5 days later…
"Ryoma, let's go home, okay?" Rinko gently told Ryoma. Seeing his lifeless face, she wanted to break down and cry, but after the talk with her family, they had decided that it was their duty as Ryoma's family to save him from the state he was in now. They wanted to see the old Ryoma again, the cocky little brat he was. "Your father has the car ready outside the hospital. We're going home now, let's go…" Nanako tried to coax Ryoma into moving from his never-moving position since five days ago. He was just sitting there, starting into the blank wall and crying every few hours. "…here Ryoma, have a grape ponta…I've already open the can for you…" Nanako placed the can on the table near Ryoma, since he would start screaming if anyone got too close for his comfort. Staring at his favorite drink, he slow extended out his hand and grabbed the can and moving back to his original position. He gulped down the liquid before pushing the can away. A few minutes later, Ryoma's vision started to blur and he felt himself in total darkness, soon after. Rinko and Nanako saw Ryoma's figure slid down the bed as they knew that their plan had succeeded, making Ryoma fall asleep by using the sleeping pill. That was the only way they could get Ryoma back home safely, without him trashing around and screaming. "Ryoga, come in…" Rinko said loudly, making sure that Ryoga—who was waiting outside—could hear. Ryoga came in and carried his brother down to where Nanjirou was waiting with his car. He lay his brother's sleeping body at the back seat while the rest of his family piled into the car.
It was the middle of the night when Ryoma's body jerked wide awake sweating and panting. His eyes were filled with fear and horror as he trembled violently from the nightmare. He then calmed down and looked around to find himself in his own room and not in that old broken shed. Grasping onto his throat in panicked sobs, the boy tried to calm down and gazed at his surroundings until the door opened. Ryoma scrunched his eyes tight and heard his family rushing into the room. "Ryoma! Are you alright?" Rinko rushed up to him as she asked worriedly. Only when Rinko got close enough for Ryoma to flinch and tremble, she backed away, her fist clenched tightly. How her heart ache when she saw her son in that state. She glanced at her husband who was unusually quiet since a few days ago. Nobody said any words for a few minutes, only Ryoma's panting and quiet sobbing echoed throughout his room. Seeing as Ryoma was calming down, they left his room, each of them wishing for that incident never happen to their poor tennis prodigy.
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Ryoma banged his head on the wall of the cubical when he was jerked awake by the lunch bell. "Itai…" he winced. Ryoma realized that he had fell asleep after running away from Fuji and it was lunch now. He stood up slowly and stretched his aching back before unlocking the door. "Saa, you're awake now, huh. I've been waiting for you since you ran off. Let's have lunch together ne?" Fuji was leaning against the skin with a wide smile. Ryoma paled, seeing as he was ALONE with his class president. "Y-Yadda." Without saying anything else, he rushed out of the toilet and back to retrieve his tennis bag. All eyes were on him as Ryoma barged into the classroom suddenly. If he was wearing his white Fila cap, he would have certainly pulled it lower to cover his face. He couldn't stand so many eyes staring at him, so he rushed to his seat and grabbed his bag, disappearing out of the class as fast as he came in. He went out of the senior block of the school and wandered around. Since it was lunch time, the students were either in their classrooms or in the cafeteria. Only a few students were wandering around the school like Ryoma did, but none of them paid the slightest attention to him. Ryoma had found 12 sets of tennis court after walking around aimlessly, – it must be where the tennis club would usually practice, he thought – since it was deserted, he decided to hit a few balls before lunch time ends. He set down his bag by the side of the court and took out his best racket and a few extra balls from his bag.
"Hmm, maybe I'll practice on my backhand swing…" Ryoma thought to himself as he replayed the scene of his father and him playing a match a week before. He could see tiny flaws that would not be noticed, – unless said person had sharp vision like himself – but Ryoma wanted to be as perfect as possible, not even a flaw must be found in his play. He began to hit the ball against the wall using backhand swing slowly and then increasing the speed and power. The never ending rally against the wall seemed to make Ryoma forget about what happened earlier in the classroom and the toilet. Ryoma heard the metal door creaked open but he didn't bother to stop. "Not bad, kid, not bad…" a sleek voice from behind Ryoma spoke. He let the ball hit the ground and rolled a distance away. Seeing the ball stopped moving, Ryoma turned back to see who had interrupted his self-training. "What's your name kid? If you're interested, there's an empty spot in my tennis block, Hyoutei."
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A/N: DUNDUNDUNDUN~ Not really a cliffy~ :D YES~ as promised (not really) here is this week's chapter! WOHOO! Sorry if there's not much of a Fuji/Ryo interaction. Okay, the last part might seem a bit rushed (yes, it is) but I tried to make it as clear as possible, so if you do not really understand the last part, feel free to ask questions in your reviews :3~
Okay, let me clarify the last sentence of the chapter: "What's your name kid? If you're interested, there's an empty spot in my tennis block, Hyoutei." The 'there's an empty spot in my tennis block, Hyoutei' does not mean the regular spot, just a normal member in the tennis club. If you guys don't remember, there are two different blocks of tennis club, 'Seishun' and 'Hyoutei'. Of course, there'll be more explanation on Ryoma's past, regulars and the tennis club.
Again, reviews, comments and criticisms are welcomed! I FEED ON REVIEWS ROAR! Flames will be given to Ryo-chan to barbeque the rapist~